Monday, September 1, 2008


Oh I come from the land of Ford pickups.

Today while driving I scanned for a radio station that wasn't country and gave up. At a stop light I noted a decal on the guy's windshield, depicting Calvin's evil twin urinating on the words GUN CONTROL. Where am I? Alabama?

Maybe it's time to go back to Salt Lake. I'm starting to think a fancy dinner has to include a big wooden steakknife and a baked potato "loaded." But first you have to wait twenty minutes out front with a pager and listen to Kenny Chesney.